Very Moorish

I am fortunate to live in a particularly photogenic part of the world. Here are some of the highlights from the last 12 weeks or so:

Melodramatic sunset

Heather on the high hills – it was extraordinary, smelling of honey

Early morning mist (i) – it vanished before my eyes going from thickish fog to blazing sunshine in about 12 minutes

Early morning mist (ii) – a different day and a different kind of drama

As I said, I am very fortunate where I live. These are posted because we are about to tumble into winter, and from the end of this month onwards I’ll only see the place in daylight at the weekends. I’ve got “wireless network webcam” on my wish-list, but unfortunately I don’t believe in Santa Claus.

Of course you know you’ve got it the wrong way around with the smell of the heather don’t you? It is the honey that smells of the heather, unless you buy one of those funny foreign specialist honeys where the bees only have access to orange blossom or something.

We are getting a lots of morning mists over the fields too. Aaahhh autumn, season of mists and mellow fruitfulness (who was it said this before Mr Kipling?)